Volume 2 · The Discipline of Hours · Essay 286

Video Game Syndrome

Video Game Syndrome spreads in offices and homes the way colds spread in a sleeper coach — quietly, and almost everyone catches it.

It is not an illness, and there is no injection for it. The treatment is older and slower: honest priorities, kept daily, in the presence of people who will tell you the truth.

Watch the Mumbai local at 8:47 a.m. Nobody in that compartment is lazy. Yet by evening, half the day's resolve has leaked out through small negotiations: one more chai, one more scroll, one more tomorrow.

Time is the one currency the Reserve Bank does not print more of. And when you forget it — you will — the world will remind you. It is a faithful tutor.